NEXUS CREATIVE SPACE
they spy the hole in the cloud & dream
He lies
for the sun smiles & shadows play the waves of grass;
& nothing changes.
She thinks.
Time’s constructed from bits,
remnants the river flings;
is aware
bare paws
pad the shore. There are gods here also
who know the pull &
counter-pull;
the waves that roll
yr canoes;
long sails that cruise
the Caribbean; who understand more
than Copernicus did & Hawking:
for they used the mind only.
